Love Ironic

day by day we changed 

and I went from laid back to suspicious from happy to malicious damn 

My whole demeanor is looking somewhat different.

and those misleading unfaithful kisses

they lied me right back down

on my back, on all fours, with my palms on the floor

I didnt want love made to make us anymore.

But like any woman in love my heart had a lock on the door

my self-esteem slid to the floor along with my

I wasnt his girl but I was damn sure his whore

pacing from corner to corner looking for something more

but she like he, was so efficient in balancing past and present

I can do nothing but thank his mistress

After healing I became the Mrs. 

of Mr. Right